OoC: Whoops. I didn't know they were still in Engineering. I thought they were up with the others in the comm room. Wow. I am really sorry, guys. I'm not used to making so many mistakes like this. On with the show, I guess.

Earth Orbit - Escape Pod

Jazz opened his optics, noticing a crack in his visor. The last thing he remembered was the fact the Dinobots were taking the 19, and a sword hilt hitting his faceplate. Jazz rubbed it, drat, that would take a bit to fix.

We need to get back to the 19. And when I do, I'll shove the butt of my rifle up Grimlock's- Jazz paused, Okay, if I can activate the Maneuvering Thrusters and turn us into the the 19, maybe I can dock with her... But I need to get a signal out.

Jazz got up and walked over to the console with a dazed stumble as he began to search for a Long Range Comm Link.

Thrusters... Weapons... Artificial Gravity... Jazz looked over the controls when suddenly, Found you!

Jazz pressed the button on the panel and entered in the number for the Guardian.

>>Prowl! The Dinobots are taking the 19! I just tried to stall them a bit by blowing out a Plasma Manifold, but they got to me and it stays intact! They are getting away! We are in an escape pod in orbit, but get them first and us later!<< Jazz said through the comm link with Prowl.

He didn't have time to wait for a response, he left it over the loudspeakers for a response while he walked over to Hoist.

"Sorry I got you all into this mess. The Dinobots were stealing the 19! I don't know why, but they were doing so and I had to stop 'em," Jazz said with a rub on the back of his head, "I was not expecting things to turn out like this, though. They got the jump on me when I melted the plasma manifold, which, mind you, we have spares for. With their intelligence they'll have no clue on how to fix it. Plasma will leak everywhere and disable the ship before they know what hit them!"

Jazz looked over to Ironfist.

"He okay?" Jazz asked as he listened intently for a response from Prowl.

Everything happened so fast that Snarl barely had time to register what exactly was going on. One moment Hoist was saying something about staying behind to ensure the ship didn't explode for no apparent reason and then the next Jazz was trying to blast the engines with his flame thrower. Thankfully, Swoop acted quickly and sliced through the white mech’s weapon before he could do any real damage. The flying Dinobot then smashed the pummel of his sword into Jazz’s faceplate, sending him to the floor hard. It had become very apparent to the Desert Warrior that the time for a peaceful removal of these repair ‘Bots had come and gone. They had no choice now.

“Yeah, him could have destroyed us all, Swoop," Snarl commented just as Slag stepped onto the deck and executed a series of brutal maneuvers that effectively knocked out the two smaller mechs while keeping Jazz pinned helplessly to the floor. “That looked like fun," Snarl smiled back at his ultra violent comrade before grabbing Hoist by one of his limp legs and dragging him to a nearby escape pod where the green maintenance mech was then tossed inside. Swoop and Slag handled the other two members of the repair team before the pod was finally occupied by all three fixit 'Bots and then jettisoned into space. “Well, at least that’s done. Let’s get to bridge."

Bridge

Snarl approached Sludge who was standing guard just outside of the bridge doors. The Desert Warrior grinned and patted his big friend on the shoulder. “Autobots gone now, Sludge. We launched them into space. You can relax." With that said, Snarl moved by the Jungle Warrior and entered the bridge, taking a seat at one of the weapons stations adjacent to Slag. If Prowl decided to send anyone after them, they’d be ready to defend their stolen ship if necessary.

Hopefully, it won’t come to that, the plated Dinobot thought as the Ark-19 disconnected from the Guardian and rocketed away from the small blue marble called Earth. Nothing could stop them now. By the time prick-bot took his cranial unit out of his aft and managed to assemble a team, the Dinobots would be long gone. Now, it was only a matter of getting to the shipyards where they would find their own vessel with enough fire power to eliminate the Decepticon threat not only in the Sol System but in all other systems around the galaxy, as well.

>>"Grimlock, if you and your unit are on board the Ark-19 you are ordered to stop and return here immediately. Failure to do so will leave me no choice but to brand you all as traitors, subjecting you to court marshall and a possible sentence on Garrus-9. Do you understand, Grimlock? Bring back that ship now!"<<

Motto:"I can totally prove that I'm not a zombie! Just lean over hear, and let me take a little nibble out of your brains."

Weapon: Double Barrelled Shell Launcher

Corridor/Bridge

As Sludge stood guard he noticed someone coming down the corridor toward him.

"STOP!", Sludge ordered as he aimed his rifle, "Who- oh, never mind."

The jungle warrior set down his rifle when he recognized the spikes, horns and wings sticking out of the bots down the hall. It was the other Dinobots coming back to the bridge. Sludge stepped to the side and let the three enter the bridge, with Snarl assuring the larger Dinobot that everything was taken care of, all the Autobots were gone.

No reason to stand guard when there was no one who could enter the bridge, Sludge followed behind the others. Instead of taking a seat at one of the consoles like the others, the jungle warrior stood behind the command chair where Grimlock sat. He'd do less damage there.

Grimlock sat in the command chair, hands locked together, as he considered Prowl’s message. He would be taking them into outlaw territory with this adventure. Prowl could indeed try and have them arrested, although Grimlock would certainly argue his higher rank outweighed any orders from him. Of course him being missing for so long probably hurt his standing a little bit, not to mention his reputation even back when he was active, not to mention Prowl being highly respected by a lot of Autobots.

In reality they were already past the point of no return. He doubted that turning around now would get them much leniency. At this point it was either come back with the Trion and force things to turn around on Earth or end up in a brig somewhere. He would just have to make sure they came out ahead, and without doing too much damage to their fellow Autobots.

“We going now Sludge. Swoop, take us out of here."

The other Dinobot nodded and activated the Transwarp drive. In a flash of light the Ark-19 dissappeared.

OOC: We’ll continue to use this thread until the Dinobots have arrived at their destination.

Bridge

Grimlock sat in silence as the ship traversed through transwarp. Part of him felt like celebrating as the first major step in his plan had gone off well enough. There were a few bumps along the way, but nothing quite as bad as he had feared. It felt good to have a victory, even if it was one like this, against other Autobots.

The ship came out of transwarp at one of the designated points on their flight plan. Just to be completely sure Prowl wasn’t pursuing them. They would stop, plot a new course, and enter transwarp again, making it quite difficult for them to be followed. A couple of more stops and they would be at their final location. That meant it was time to get everyone ready for what was coming next. He stood up from the command chair and turned to face his team.

"Dinobots, easy part of plan over, tougher part start soon. When we get to shipyards we going to have to do some acting. We tell them we bringing ship in for repairs and get caught up on new tech. We were buried on Earth long time, need to see state of art technology. That should be enough to get us on Trion, tech types always like to show off how smart they are and what new stuff they make. We learn all we can about Trion, how to fly and operate it. Once we know enough we take it like we took this ship. Just have to be more careful, tighter security there. Have to be on best behavior there, but me know you can do it. We succeed there, we come back to Earth with most powerful ship Autobots have and take fight right to Decepticons!"

Snarl relaxed a bit once the ship had entered transwarp. While he had been itching for a fight for quite some time now, he was a bit relieved that he didn’t have to open fire on other Autobots, no matter how annoying and weak they could be. The Desert Warrior would much rather blast some ‘Cons rather than members of his own faction. Still, facing the enemy on the field of battle, whether it be in space or on the ground, seemed a long ways off still. The shipyards they were going to would only have Autobot personnel on duty. There wouldn’t be a ‘Con in sight, which was unfortunate as it meant Snarl would be forced to wait even longer for some real action. It also meant that Snarl would remain disgruntled until he finally got to doing what he loved most - crushing the enemy underneath his oversized foot!

Once the damaged vessel came out of warp, Grimlock stood up and addressed the Dinobots as to what the plan would be once they had arrived at the shipyards. The Desert Warrior listened intently, hoping that somehow a battle would be a part of the plan. Alas, that was not to be, unless it was against the security forces stationed there, but those would be more ‘Bots and not ‘Cons. Still, if Snarl had to wait much longer for a fight, he would gladly pretend he was fighting ‘Cons. The plan, as it was, sounded good enough. However, like the ejected repair crew, there would certainly be those who questioned the Dinobots’ true motives.

“Plan sound fine to me, Grimlock, especially last part where we succeed," Snarl replied with a grunt as he crossed his arms over his chest plating and leaned back in his chair. “Would rather have more fighting, but me learn what me can to better kick in Decepticon aft plates. Hope new lies work better than old ones. If not, we end up fighting puny ‘Bots again, more than before. Techies might not put up much of a fight, but security mechs will, no doubt."

Motto:"I can totally prove that I'm not a zombie! Just lean over hear, and let me take a little nibble out of your brains."

Weapon: Double Barrelled Shell Launcher

Bridge

Sludge stood behind the command chair, listening to his commander as intently as he could. As great as this mission was going to be, though, he didn't like how little action was going to be involved, and whatever action there was going to be would again be against fellow Autobots. And learning new tech? Well, it wasn't exactly like Sludge had gotten much of a handle on all the old tech in the first place.

"Me Sludge would rather smash Decepticons.", the jungle warrior said with a hint of distaste, mostly to himself, "Me Sludge don't like plans with too much talking and thinking."

After a minute of "deep thought", while Snarl voiced his opinion, Sludge looked straight at the Dinobot commander.

"Me Sludge can't think of better plan. Grimlock is strongest, so Grimlock's plan must be best. Me Sludge will do what Grimlock wants me Sludge to do."

From his seat at the helm of the ship, Swoop listened intently to everything Grimlock had to say. The Dinobot commander had everything worked out which suited the bombardier just fine. After all, Grimlock was the more intelligent of them. Unfortunately none of the Autobots saw their commander as the brilliant tactician that he was. Instead they considered them all dolts whose sole purpose is to destroy. They couldn’t be more wrong.

As Grimlock finished his speech Swoop took a look over his shoulder at their commander and nodded his approval. Although they still had a long way to go before they arrived at their destination, the flier knew that they were not in the clear just yet. They wouldn’t be clear until they had commandeered the Trion and were well on their way back.

Swoop widened the sensor range of the 19 in an attempt to learn just where they were in relation to the shipyards. Once the results appeared on his forward screen Swoop swiveled his chair around.

"Grimlock, I just ran a wide sensor scan and we’re on track with the Cos Coler shipyards. We should arrive in approximately 6.25 hours."

(OOC: Apologies for the long delay. Its taken a bit of time to get this storyline organized but I think we are finally ready to go.)

Bridge

Grimlock nodded as the other Dinobots confirmed their support for the plan. They were a good group, there wasn’t an Autobot built he’d rather have next to him in battle. This was going to be a test for them all though as this wasn’t going to be a battle. Trickery and deceit weren’t tactics the Dinobots were accustomed to using. He would just have to hope they would all pull together for this mission.

With nothing left to do now but wait the Dinobot commander sat back in his chair and contemplated what was to come.

OOC: The Ark-19 and its crew are now moved to the new Cas Coller - Alpha Shipyards thread the Somewhere Out There forum.